Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

With Shen Jingjia's comfort, Ruan Xiya's mood improved a lot.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and turning her head, Ruan Xiya lowered her eyes to face Lu Siyan's cold face, and bid farewell to Shen Jingjia tactfully.

After leaving Shen Jingjia's ward, Ruan Xiya returned to the ward numbly, sitting on the sofa in a daze, thinking about what to do with the little villain in her stomach.

"Knock knock knock..."

Before she could figure out why, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she took two deep breaths and walked over to open the door.

"Ma'am, sir, please have lunch with me."

Fu Yang stood outside the door with a cold expression and a respectful attitude.

Ruan Xiya was upset and didn't bother to correct his address.

Her fingers touched her belly, thinking of the child in her stomach, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Jingjia has something to do with me at noon, please tell Mr. He, I really can't make the appointment."

After finishing speaking, she didn't look at how ugly Fu Yang's face was, she simply closed the door neatly, and even locked the door of the ward directly.

Hearing the sound of Ruan Xiya locking the door, Fu Yang's face darkened even more.

Fu Yang's face was gloomy outside the door, and Ruan Xiya inside the door was also unhappy.

It was He Jingyuan who saved her, and she knew that doing so was ungrateful.

However, the farther she is from He Jingji, the better she will be to He Jingyuan.

Thinking, she covered her face and slumped on the ground against the wall.

My heart was as empty as if it had been dug away by someone, and the draft was blowing through a piece of icy cold, without any warmth at all.

There was a sudden nausea in her stomach, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and rushed into the bathroom with a frown.

With a pale face, he vomited into the toilet for a while without vomiting anything, and physiological tears flowed from his red eyes.

After washing her face with cold water, she finally came out of the muddled state.

To Ruan Xiya's surprise, it was always dark, and Fu Yang never came to look for her again.

On the contrary, she couldn't help but quietly went outside He Jingyuan's ward, and looked at He Jingyuan in the room through the small window.

Surprisingly, he saw He Jingyuan sitting on the sofa, banging on the computer on his lap.

He Jingyuan's pale face in the ICU ward suddenly appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help pushing the door open and walking in.

When she came back to her senses, she was already standing in front of He Jingyuan.

Unprepared, he met He Jingyuan's eyes, and Ruan Xiya, who had no time to escape, blushed instantly.

"Ruan Ruan, why didn't you come at noon?"

He Jingyuan's deep voice was as pleasant as ever.

Ruan Xiya was stunned for a second, not knowing how to answer.

She didn't believe that Fu Yang would not tell He Jingyuan what he said.

But, what's with He Jingyuan's aggrieved tone! ?
In a panic, she reached out and snatched the computer from He Jingyuan's hand and put it on the table. She blushed and muttered solemnly.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, you should rest, why did you start looking at the computer? Fu Yang doesn't care about you...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, the whole person was hugged into a warm embrace.

He Jingyuan's warm breath was right next to her ears, her ears and neck instantly turned red, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Ruan Ruan, you care about me!"

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Ruan Xiya's face was so red that it was almost smoking.

"He Jingyuan, what are you talking about!"

"Hehe... shy?"